This is the revised version by Rick Henry of this classic story writtenm originallly by Superman Fannn, Thanks Rick for sharing this version.

Major characters within are owned by D.C. Comics; this is a work of fan fiction. Though implausible in many respects, this is sexually explicit, m/m erotic material for mature readers only. Illustrations selected were those which basically matched the happenings within the story & not truly “exact,” but as close as possible to fit the text. Most used were given permission by the artists credited; but some unavailable factors were involved.

Chapter 9

Superman, with Jimmy in his arms, was still completely naked as his costume had been destroyed by the super soldier. Almost immediately upon taking off, he began to grow hard. At first, he thought it was just the stimulation of the air as he flew with no costume, but he soon realized that he was almost hornier than he had ever been in his life. The increased weight and size of his genitals, the thrust of his nipples, making him almost intoxicated. He tried to will the hard-on to go away but it was no use. Jimmy noticed, but pretended not to. Superman knew that he couldn’t fly back to Metropolis this way for fear someone would see him in this condition. “Need to make a detour,” he murmured. “Reconfigure a few things.”

He looked below and saw a deserted area. He landed and put Jimmy down. “I’m sorry, Jimmy, but it appears my new found powers come with some side effects,” Superman explained. “Expressing my strengths seems to really stimulate me.  Not sure how to handle that, without a large enough cup to contain me—hold me in.” He turned from Jimmy, placed his hands on his hips, and with a great rising sigh, produced a hands’ free ejaculation like he’d not quite experienced before. “Fffffuuuuuu-ccccckkkkkk!!” Superman groaned as rope upon rope of milky white seed burst from his now even more enlarged member, appearing now to be about sixteen inches long, thick as Jimmy’s forearm, and his balls a pair of churning small grapefruits. Even taking him to his knees, as if instantly draining him… heaving and cumming, powerful shot after shot.

When done, he fell forwards spent, on hands and knees, shaking his head, gasping. “Whew—WOW—whew…!”

Jimmy was watching the powerful man in disbelief. He was also shocked at the physical differences in Superman since his transformation. Superman had always been a very masculine sort of man, rather cultured and reserved, but with the now extra facial hair and a heavier coating of fur on his torso and limbs, he was the over-definition of masculine. Not to mention the amassed bulge-worthy increase of his muscularity, making one think of him more as a Paul Bunyan in miniature, rather than a once before “big guy” in a baggy suit at the Daily Planet.

Superman’s ejaculation session concluded, the hirsute muscleman finally arose, gathering his wits, stood there breathing heavily with his head down and his hands at his hips. Not his normal heroic stance but looking rather contrite, embarrassed. He finally had a chance to take a closer look at his transformation. He ran his fingers through his thick chest hair, finger-stroked at his much larger nipples, mouth opening with a relished “Ahhhhhhhhh!” Gave a slight flex of his pecs and was surprised to see how much they jumped. Checking out his arms, he was amazed at how much more they were peaked, how dense they felt.  Pat-stroked over his burgeoning thighs, cupped the wonder of his larger genitals.  One hand going back to curve over his still small ass, smiling.  Lost in thought, he almost forgot about Jimmy standing there. Yet keenly aware he was, and had seen everything.

“Jimmy, I’m sorry you had to witness that. It appears that with my new found strength and increased size, my testosterone levels must have skyrocketed…” Superman stated. “I’m going to have to conduct some of my own tests to see if any of my other powers are affected,” he continued. “I’d feel more comfortable doing it in my costume, but it’s apparent none of them would fit me anymore.  Looks like I’ll need to make a speedy trip to my home Fortress soon, to sort things out.  Believe I need to take you with me.  Anchor me, a bit.  If you don’t mind.  This is all a little overwhelming, even for me. Need someone I can trust.”

“I’m sure you’re right, Superman,” Jimmy agreed. “I’d be more than happy to help with your tests. You appear so much more massive than you were before.  And different.”

“I feel much stronger, but even flying you here was a different experience. It was more a feeling of forceful movement through the air than defying gravity. It also oddly appears some of the control I had over my body is gone—I’ve never “had” to cum before in my life. It was as if I had no control.”  Yet as he mentioned it, “Even talking about it—too.” Superman began to get hard again. Try as he might, he could not will it away. The more he tried, the hornier he became.  He tried urgently to quell the feelings, backing away—“Ohhh, Jimmy, Jimmy—look out!.” 

And without much warning, Superman suddenly orgasmed once again. “Oh, no! Noooo!! I’m, I’m Cumminggggggg—Aaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!“ This time with no escape, Jimmy was drenched with a great spray of his potent super semen, just as he had been starting to say something.  The first stream hit him and its force went right to the back of his throat. “Uhhhhh…” he managed to murmur, as another volley hit him, trying to catch his breath.  And had to swallow hard, nearly choking on the effusion. Which was delicious beyond expectation.

Superman as before, depowered, was dropped to his knees, almost frightened. “Must, must learn to control this,” he groaned in distress. “My testosterone levels have gone through the roof. Must!! Or I’m finished,” in disbelief. And Jimmy, half in shock, half enthralled at the wondrous taste… the sensuality of the whole thing, again swallowed… relishing every drop, watching his hero expend himself into a heap of momentary paralysis… as he moved out the way to a safer spot, still cherishing the MOS’s warm seed.  A roil of unusual vibrations seemed to be seeping through him. “I’m feeling quite strange,” he thought. Took a deep breath, and the buttons popped off his shirt.

Chapter 10

“Jimmy”, Superman said, climbing to his feet once more, “I’m so sorry. Like I said, I feel so different, and this new, overwhelming sense of power and lack of self-control is worrying me a bit.  My thinking doesn’t even seem to be the same… I fear that the extra strength and increased testosterone levels could prohibit me from protecting people as I’ve always done.  I must test myself, and find out how much control I actually have.  Are you willing to stay with me until I can figure things out, Jimmy? I kind of need a true friend.”  Nonetheless, he couldn’t seem to stop show-flexing himself from different angles, obviously relishing his new found size.  And no less in love with it all.

“Of course, I will,” answered Jimmy, who was continuing to feel the amazing effects of the two big mouthfuls of Superman’s cum he’d just ingested, himself.  He could feel his muscles swelling and tensing underneath his clothing. His penis was stirred in his boxers; it felt heavier, longer… he patted at it to be sure, and he actually could feel a coarse coating of new ginger hair growing out on his chest. Not to mention some sudden fuzz on his face. This was phenomenal, but he didn’t want to say a word—knew he truly wanted more.  Even with this minimal “dose,” he was beginning to feel like more like a super-man, as well. But thought it best to say nothing. Wondered how he might acquire more.

“Jimmy,” Superman began, “before I test my strength and invulnerability, I’d like to test my other powers first.  We know flight is not a problem except that is a different feeling, and I’m quite certain I can fly faster than before.  I don’t know if testing myself here is the best place.”

Jimmy answered, “Well, we passed that old dilapidated, abandoned prison, and one of Luthor’s older warehouses on our flight here. From what I know it’s been locked tight; bet it must have some his old devices hidden away there. Might be a good place to start, if you’re not inclined to head to your fortress.”

“Excellent idea,” rallied the MOS. Then suddenly looking at him, he observed Jimmy’s altered look. With a wry smile he concluded, “Jimmy, your clothes are a wreck, hanging in shreds. And I could use some, too. Seems like our encounters with those shots of “super serum” has done a number on both of us. Mine from that soldier—and his mixed with mine on you. I’ll fix that now.  There’s a mall nearby.  We’ll drop in for a little visit.”

“But not like this!  And they’re closed, this time of night?”

“So, we’ll get in through the roof. No alarms if I punch a hole in the ceiling.”

“But, but wouldn’t that be trespassing—stealing?”

Superman looked at him with a frown. “Merely a matter of perspective, my friend. You do what you have to do. Necessity, the Mother of Implementation…. Just a matter of perspective, that’s all.”  And he grabbed him up close again, and they took off. Jimmy just not too comfortable with this change of his former friend’s attitude. But his head against his friend’s nude warmth and chest, really got him hard.

Once inside the store, Superman told Jimmy to go find whatever he wanted. He, himself, was going to rummage through the fabric dept.  Had to fashion something… since form-fitting uniforms and capes were not standard fare in the clothing area for hugely muscled men. But he still had his sturdy red boots on. Nice.

They weren’t there long. Jimmy found what he needed in the big and tall department, amazed the length of his shirt sleeves and trouser seams had increased, and wisely chose something still looser fitting. At this rate, you never know, he surmised. Whereas the Man of Steel had managed to put together a finely swirling thick black cape, and stitched together a black silky thong, which barely covered his more than prodigiously noticeable male-fantastic equipment.

Jimmy caught him preening in front of a set of three-way mirrors, sans the cape. He was obviously completely enamored, viewing himself. “You know Jimmy, I really think it’s about time I changed out that silly red and blue costume.  This look is so much more amazing.  To show myself like this.  Let the people see I really AM a Superior Man—someone to truly gasp over when seeing!  A truly bonafide SUPERMAN!!  What do you think?”  Even his voice seemed to have dropped an octave lower.

“Uhhh, well, sure. You, you are spectacular.  More than before.  But, uhh, what about the kids seeing you like that, practically naked—almost nude? Even women would be a little taken aback.  Don’t you think?  Not exactly something… you could, uhh, could wear to church, or give a charity speech in.”

“Why?  Why not?!  On stage at the Mr. Olympias, they don’t hide much.  Flaunt it for the whole world to see. Why else did they build themselves up—not to hide in a closet!”  Superman demanded, and seeming to get a little angry. “Perfection is hard to come by, Jimmy! They should be thankful to see it!  And, so much of it!!  Wow, aren’t these arms and pecs incredible?  Arms already popping 26 ½”—I just measured them. Shoulders, thighs??  Hey, Jimmy?  And these much huger nipples, so gorgeous… and my manly pouch, about to burst loose with my incredible masculinity?!  I really am quite something!!”

Rather with a sour taste in his mouth, poor Jimmy looked askance.  Good grief, what was happening here?  His once ultimate hero, still beyond manly and gorgeous, but “super-strange”… would be more the word for it. What had happened to him, what he was becoming?  I mean, heck… he’d just seen him MURDER three men, and now, break into a store and STEAL merchandise?!!  (Not that he was any less guilty, what he was wearing.)

“I think, Jimmy,” Superman said with all seriousness, “when this is all over, I should become President.  It’s about time a powerful being like me took over, and ran this show properly.  Nobody out there seems to know what the blazes they’re doing.  Don’t even have the “balls,” pardon my pun—checking out the size of mine!!  But I think that’s what I’ll do.  Just take off for Washington, and give them holy hell!  Who could stop me, being so tough, so smart, so invincible?  Don’t even think Kryptonite could do much anymore—though not sure about that, just yet.  But damn, take over this country, run it right!  Then… cross on over to Europe, get them straightened out.  Damn, think I will.  It’s about time!!”

All Jimmy could do was swallow hard. His friend was freaking out. Was becoming something Jimmy could not understand. Nor even liked.

“With a cock and pecs like this, I should rule the world,” Superman said.  Cupping himself. “I sure do have it, don’t I, Jimmy?!  All of it!  I should… RULE THE WORLD!!”